This is a journey into sound.
This is a journey into sound.
A journey which along the way will bring to you new colour, new dimension, new value.
A journey which along the way will bring to you new colour, new dimension, new value.
With all is ready, I throw this switch.
Pump up the volume, pump up the volume.
Pump that bass.
Please, would you mind saying that again?
You make me feel so good.
What if, what if, what if, what if?
We interrupt this protest to bring you a special news bulletin from our on-the-spot passport.
Oh my gosh, the music just turns me on.
Welcome.
These are sweet.
Thinking of a master plan.
Dab with the record.
Thinking of a master plan.
Dab with the record.
Thinking of a master plan.
This ain't nothing but sweat inside my hands.
So I dig into my pocket all my money spent.
So I get deeper, but still coming up with lint.
So I start my mission, leave my residence.
Thinking how I could've get some dead presidents.
I need money.
I used to be a stick-up kid.
So I think of all the devious things I did.
I used to roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up.
I used to roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up.
I used to roll up, this is a hold up.
Ain't nothing funny, stop smiling.
You still don't nothing move but the money.
But now I learn to earn cause I'm righteous.
I feel great, so maybe I might just search for a 9 to 5.
If I strive, then maybe I'll stay alive.
So I walk up the street, whistling this.
Feeling out of place, cause man do I miss.
A pen and a paper, a stereo, a taper.
Me and Eric being a nice big plate of fish.
Which is my favorite dish.
But without no money, it's still a wish.
Cause I don't like to dream about getting paid.
So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made.
Soon as I test to see if I got pulled.
Hit the studio, cause I'm paid in full.
1, 2, 3, uh.
1, 2, 3, uh.
Pump up the volume, pump up the volume.
Pump that bass.
1, 2, 3, uh.
Back in the club, how you kick shoot saliva.
Shoot saliva, man.
Check this out.
Yo, you go to your girl's house and I go to mine.
My girl is definitely mad because it took us too long to do this album.
Yo, I hear what you're saying.
So let's just pump the music up and count our money.
Yo, but check this out.
Yo, Eli, turn the bass down and just let the beat keep on rocking.
And we outta here.
1, 2, 3, uh.
Pump up the volume, pump up the volume.
Wait a minute, you better talk to my mother.
Ok, ok, alright, alright, alright.
El Jaime Rivas.
Ok, ok, alright, alright, alright.
Yo, what happened to peace?
Peace, peace, peace, peace, peace.
1, 2, 3, uh.
Uh.
Uh.
Uh.
Dab with the record.
Dab with the record.
Dab with the record.
It's so fresh.
Night, kids.